BLACK & RED | NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER | MARVEL

15

As I showered, I let the hot water wash away the tension, my mind slowly clearing. By the time I stepped out, I felt more centered, ready to face the day. I dressed quickly, pulling on my standard training gear, and headed to the common area.

The kitchen was empty when I arrived, and I set about making coffee, the familiar routine grounding me. As the rich aroma filled the air, I couldn't help but smile, thinking of how Natasha liked her coffee—strong, with just a touch of cream. I poured myself a cup and took a sip, savoring the warmth and making my way to the conference room for the weekly team meetings.

As I stepped into the meeting room, I found the entire team, already gathered. Notably, Tony and Steve were deep in conversation, while Sam appeared lost in thought, his gaze distant. Wanda was quietly sipping a cup of tea, and Vision sat nearby, observing the group silently. I nodded a greeting to everyone, taking my usual seat at the table.

"Just in time," Tony said, his tone brisk. "Let's get this party started."

As the meeting started, Natasha's gaze was firmly fixed on me. I could feel her eyes lingering on me, almost burning into my skin. To anyone else, she appeared to be paying attention to Tony and Steve's briefing, but I knew her well enough to sense the subtle messages.

It felt like she was slowly undressing me with her eyes, her gaze trailing down my body, leaving me feeling both excited and exposed. I could feel my cheeks heating up under her intensity, and I had to force myself to focus on the task at hand. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I could tell she knew the effect she was having on me. I could see the hint of a smirk playing on her lips as I stammered to look away.

Tony's voice droned on, outlining the latest mission proposal. But I couldn't concentrate on a word he was saying. My mind was consumed by Natasha, her presence practically electrifying the air around me. It took all my willpower to keep my breathing even, and I could only hope that no one else in the room could sense the tension between us.

I couldn't help but remember last night. The way her body had felt against mine, the sound of her voice whispering my name, the touch of her skin against mine. The memories were so vivid, so fresh, that I could almost feel her in my arms again. I took a large gulp from my coffee mug to distract myself.

Just as I thought I had composed myself, I could feel Natasha's leg brush against mine under the table. The brief contact sent shivers down my spine, and I had to bite back a gasp. It was as if she was trying to test my resolve, to see how long I could hold out under her subtle teasing.

I shot her a sidelong glance, hoping to convey my growing frustration, but she just raised an eyebrow in mock innocence.

She continued to let her leg rest against mine, slowly moving it up and down my calf. She then places her hand in my inner thigh and trailed it around sensitive spots. I could feel the heat of her skin through my clothes, and I had to resist the urge to climb on the table and grab her. The sensation was both sweet and torturous, and I felt my mind spinning with desire as she continued to move higher.

The tension between us was almost fiery, and I was starting to wonder if anyone else in the room could sense it. Steve was still listening to Tony, and he was too engrossed in his own words to notice anything. But I could see Wanda studying me from across the table, her gaze sharp.

I took another sip of my coffee, hoping the bitter liquid would help cool my rising temperature. But it was of little use; she gripped me harder and the heat radiating from her now was almost overwhelming. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my lap and kiss her senseless, but I obviously couldn't do that.

I knew that if we didn't get some privacy soon, things would most likely escalate right here

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tony concluded the meeting and the team began to stand up and file out of the room. I caught Nat's eye, silently indicating that I needed to talk to her. She nodded subtly, understanding